Large kimono works stand like a forest.
Before them, the artist herself appears as a "spirit of the trees,"
captured in a self-portrait at that fleeting moment.

The trees are wrapped in silence,
yet sometimes they whisper.
They know—the secrets of the forest, the breath of the wind, the song of the sea,
and they weave words older than time.

I drape myself in the work.
My hair stretches like branches,
stirring as if alive,
dancing in rhythm with the trees' breath,
as though to guard the hidden mysteries of the forest.

森のように佇む大型の着物作品群。

その前で、作家自身が "樹の精霊"として表れる瞬間をセルフポートレートとして記録しました。

樹々は静寂を纏う
ときにひそひそと話す
彼らは知っている。森のことを、風のことを、海のことを
そして悠久の言葉を紡ぐ

わたしは作品を纏う
髪は枝のように伸び、命を持ったように揺れ動く
樹々の呼吸に合わせて舞い踊る
森の秘密を隠すように